Rachel O'Cleary

Fight   It’s not as simple as his blood under your fingernails. It’s more like watching your fingernails splinter from trying to keep a grasp on each new thing as he pulls it away. You make lists in your mind of everything you used to like before you met him: blueberry pancakes drizzled with honey, […]

I’m coasting to the end of the night, wobbly whiskey feet pedaling, weaving in and out of puddles reflecting slurpee-blue neon light. The bus behind me easing in to the stop. That moment I turn to look, I topple over the handlebars. Everything is so fuzzy I can’t even feel it, but I can read